The 11th hour- God is never late

God goes before us every step of the way. Half of the time we spend doubting and being anxious is all for nothing because everything always works out in the end.

God is never late.

We always want to rush to the end and completely forget about the journey that leads us there. Imagine a book that reads.. “Once upon a time, the end.” How well would this book sell? How interesting is a life built of short sentences with no plots, storylines or anticlimaxes? How would you encourage others who will follow your footsteps or look up to you if everything seemed perfect? You would be empty. No substance therefore no influence.

I experienced this lesson, at the end of 2014, after a year of unhappiness and turmoil. In my mind things should have been a lot different because I have always done things right, asking very little of anyone and achieved everything in record time.

See, I am pedantic by nature. I love knowing things in advance and planning accordingly. I do this when shopping. I plan where I will park. I map out the mall in my head. I expect things to run smoothly especially because my plan B has a plan B.

I WILL spam your inbox and call register, just to make sure we’re still on track with plans. It works well for my career but not so much for relationships and life in general.

To be honest it’s tedious, but it’s ME.

After my big life plan bombed out on me, I was left in the same place as the previous year. I was very despondent to everything. I dragged my feet, I woke up late, I had resigned from things internally for a while.

If it wasn’t for people around me who often reaffirmed things that I had in my heart, told me about my potential and seeking God truly, I wouldn’t be where I am right now.

My life took a big turn of events after months of trying and it was like a surge of energy rushed through my body and reawakened me. Everything that was of the best happened in 2 weeks. I knew God had everything to do with it, because all my pre-planning would have had loop holes and missing links.

But I had hope. I prayed fervently and continuously. I spoke and invited great things and most importantly, I believed.

Ephesians 3: 20 says “Now to Him who is able to do far more abundantly beyond all that we ask, think or imagine, according to the power that works within us be all glory.”

This morning, I said, I was in love with my life again and I have God to thank.

To me it seemed like He came through for me on the 11th hour, but to Him it was just on time. His plan made more sense and was less strenuous.

Trust the process, He is the author of time and master strategist. I am expectant of more and excited to accelerate!

The Chokin Kind (of love)-Joss Stone

I was recently described as anti-relationships. I’m not offended at all. I am anti premature anything really. I went on a Twitter rampage supporting my psychological reasons of why I believe as young women we should be alone in our 20s. My main reason being that most guys around the same age group are not ready for commitment and that you will hate the beauty that is love because of a transitory “desire” therefore misconception.
Shortly after I listened to this hidden gem of Joss Stone, I knew I was on the right lane. It was also after a string of tweets of heartbreak on my timeline that I suppose, supported my sweeping statements.
Age and experience are not only viable for job vacancies ladies but are criteria we should consider before we stir up love too.
Some advice for maturity, first decide who you want to be before wanting to belong to someone else. I’d hate for you to find out later that your purpose was not realized because you felt too alone at a juvenile stage of your life.
Leverage your youthful years. You will have many years later to share with somebody else. Make friends. At least have some hope.

I’d rather have the right God than the wrong man

SINGLE AND NOT WAITING

Posted by  on Thursday, October 24, 2013 

 

Flickr photo by Acy Varlan

Flickr photo by Acy Varlan

I’m 23, I just graduated from university, and I’m single.

Many of my friends are married, and a few are starting to have children. And I feel as if I just graduated from high school again. You could say my life is in transition. And it’s true; I am in the middle of shifting myself from university to the career world. But I’ve started to wonder about whether it’s right to refer to my singleness as an in-between stage.

What exactly am I in-between again?

“It’s the first day of the rest of my life.” I recently I heard someone on TV say this about her wedding day, and it really bothered me. While I don’t want to discount the gift of marriage, I must say I’m a bit confused and frustrated with this sentiment. I’ve heard the cliché before, but I suddenly felt the weight of it. As if it equates marriage as the start of life, or at least the good part.

Don’t misunderstand my frustration; I think there is a beautiful element of starting a new family with your spouse. I’m all for godly marriage. But what I’m afraid of is viewing life through the lens of marriage as the goal. For waiting to get married before life starts.

I’m afraid, because I’m afraid it has happened to me. I’ve been living like I’m waiting for someone to get here. And it isn’t Jesus.

I’ve wasted my time, my energy, and my emotions on this concept that singleness is just a waiting room for a relationship. I’m tired of this view that my life begins when I wake up next to my husband, because I’m pretty sure my life began 23 years ago when my mom gave birth. And this mentality has robbed my joy.

As much as I’d like to place all the blame on Christian culture, the perpetual “Have you met anyone yet?” question the world asks me, and the reality that my Facebook feed looks more like a Pinterest wedding board these days, I am convicted of my own failures.

I’ve been living like God owes me something. Like he hasn’t held up his end of the deal. He has given me the desire for relationship and marriage, and he just hasn’t followed through.

I’ve been living under the impression that I deserve a relationship.

I’d be lying if I said Christian culture does much to inhibit this mentality. There seems to be a deep understanding and appreciation for the gift of marriage, but not so much for the gift of singleness (if it’s treated like a gift at all). Rather, singleness is something to be cured. Like I’ve got a disease, and introducing me to your single friend might perhaps cure us both. Singleness is the lump of coal, the gift that is never on your Christmas list.

There are at least a handful of us standing around, wondering what happened. (After all, I have been pretty nice this year.)

But it’s never been about being entitled, or even about being nice. I have to stop thinking that I’m doing something wrong here.

Well actually I am, but it isn’t about fixing something that will magically make a boyfriend appear. It is about changing the direction of my heart.

 “I’d rather have the right God than the wrong man.” –- Christen Rapske

People talk all the time about pursuing people or things for the wrong reasons, but maybe we pursue God for the wrong reasons. Maybe subconsciously I’ve been treating God like he’s a vending machine. And my pursuit of him has really been a pursuit of someone else.

When did Christ cease to be enough?

And when did I stop finding my identity, self-worth, and fulfillment in Him, only to place my life on hold for someone I’ve never even met?

Each day is a gift, and I’m not waiting for it to get here. It is present in every moment, and it begins anew daily.  Man-less or not, I want to wake up every morning and be excited because I get to spend my day with the God who created the universe.

And I want to do that for the rest of my life.

Tyler Perry’s Tree People Analogy

Tyler Perry has this tree analogy of people in life, be it friends, family, acquaintances, employees, co-workers, whomever. They are all placed inside what I call the tree test. Here’s how it goes:

 LEAF PEOPLE

Some people come into your life and they are like leaves on a tree. They are only there for a season. You can’t depend on them or count on them because they are weak and only there to give you shade. Like leaves, they are there to take what they need and as soon as it gets cold or a wind blows in your life they are gone. You can’t be angry at them, it’s just who they are.

BRANCH PEOPLE

There are some people who come into your life and they are like branches on a tree. They are stronger than leaves, but you have to be careful with them. They will stick around through most seasons, but if you go through a storm or two in your life it’s possible that you could lose them. Most times they break away when it’s tough. Although they are stronger than leaves, you have to test them out before you run out there and put all your weight on them. In most cases they can’t handle too much weight. But again, you can’t be mad with them, it’s just who they are.

ROOT PEOPLE

If you can find some people in your life who are like the roots of a tree then you have found something special. Like the roots of a tree, they are hard to find because they are not trying to be seen. Their only job is to hold you up and help you live a strong and healthy life. If you thrive, they are happy. They stay low key and don’t let the world know that they are there. And if you go through an awful storm they will hold you up. Their job is to hold you up, come what may, and to nourish you, feed you and water you.

 Just as a tree has many limbs and many leaves, there are few roots. Look at your own life. Ask yourself how many leaves, branches and roots do you have? What are you in other people’s lives?

Strive to be the very person you require most in your life, to others.

Aisle.Alter.Hymn.

I’m thinking of a wedding.

It could be yours, it could be mine

With a handsome man

so groomed and defined.

The white of this dress is pure

and the cut, well-trimmed.

In my mind are three words

and forever begins.

AISLE. ALTER. HYMN.

I’M READY!! I think, I presume?

But there are still some doubts that my mind consumes.

“Ag, just nerves”

I console my heart and think,

Mom gave me three words and it’ll be over,

AISLE .ALTER .HYMN

Some ululate, some cry as I walk down the aisle

I see my journey of life as I pass people by.

I cuss in my head,

‘I think I’m gonna die”

WHAT AM I DOING????

I’ve seen all the signs.

But then I remember

I’LL. ALTER. HIM

Infront of the alter

after the second hymn,

I see godly figures, cherubims and seraphims

I hear a voice.

God says, “You are dead”

I pinch my skin to check

and He says,

“Child you’ve ignored your Daily Bread”

Spiritually retarded, Dunno how it started,

But one thing I BELIEVED is that

I’LL. ALTER. HIM

He looks at me with loving eyes,

I shed a teardrop.

I mixed up the words and my soul says I should Stop.

I CAN’T ALTER HIM

Call me the runaway bride

But somehow I’ll gather up my pride

and wait on Him,

to show me the way , with less a price to pay.

Til that “big” day, once He shows me the way

those THREE WORDS used in the correct array.

I’ll wait for him